The next few weeks passed in a haze for Marnie Gray, but sadness clouded her mind, as she has not gotten another letter from her 'mysterious admirer'.
"Good Riddance," her mother said, when Marnie told her about the love letter being sent to her door. Marnie was confused as to why her mother would think that.
Maybe she feels it's creepy? Marnie thought, while gazing down at the writing once more.
She was so enthralled with the idea of love- even better a secret love, thinking of her, even though she would never know who it was. Marnie sighed, putting the love note away, laying down on her quilted bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Where are you, Romeo?" Marnie wondered aloud, clutching her pillow, like it was the only thing keeping her to the earth.
The truth was- Marnie was lonely, no she felt lonely. Sure she had friends; one good friend, but there was a gaping hole in her heart that demanded to be filled. And it couldn't be fixed by a simple sleepover with her girlfriends or a mani-pedi with mom.
No, it had to be filled with a sort of significance, one of that would be a promise-
Promising that she would be with somebody one day, and not feeling so, so tiny, for the rest of her life.
She wanted to feel the mushy gushy, cliché, cheesy, I'll rub your back if you rub mine- sort of significance. She wanted to be that girl- that girl in all of the books she read online, that gets the guy.
No matter how shy, or awkwardly quirky she was, Marnie wanted to be THAT girl.
That girl, whose life seemed perfect.
That girl, who had the world in her palm-
That girl, who had the guy.
Her thoughts came to an abrupt stop, a warning light went off in her head.
"Oh shit," Marnie jumped off her bed, groaning.
"There's fucking school tomorrow."
YOU ARE READING
Yours Truly
Short StoryMarnie Gray is your average 17 year old girl. Good grades, great friends... except one thing is missing. Love. And Marnie was a hopeless romantic, that is until letters are being sent to her door... Love letters to be exact.
